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Put away the crocodile tears. White pete in Hell Land already knows that the celebration of Black slavery on December 5th will be highly – if not utterly – inappropriate next year. They cannot put on blackface without getting accused of smearing the image and legacy of Rolihlahla Mandela. The free dome fighter that got turned into a smiling preacher in jail. Who could have predicted that Nelson Mandela would trump all our efforts to show that black pete has to go? Shu.

Mandela. He has taken December 5th away from insane white pete. It will be a day of commemoration without any room for blackface. No Black Pete, or else. Or else get used to having your links to the ongoing Apartheid exposed. I predicted as much last year. To use this day to shine a big focused light on Black slavery in the past, present and future. Take away the building blocks of the white science and racism stone by stone, until their pyre-amid collapses on itself.

Not so quick. Leave it to white pete to show stubborn insanity already. Politicians and other pete alike, took to calling Mandela the “chief black pete”. Oh, yes, they done did it. Thank them for the warning. We will be ready for them and their donkeys next year. Try us as we cry for our beloved Madiba. The one who sacrificed his life to force white pete to let go of blackface. What a fantastic man. Even in his death he wanted free dome for his people. Next year we will gather around the pyre place to tell our best Mandela story.

There is a bit of Mandela in every South African. Native South Africans. ‘Friends’ from South-Africa whom I used to hang with in England, told me plenty of times that I should “go to South Africa and be happy.”Somehow they never got around to telling me where to find that “happy” once I get off the air plane. Nor, why they were in England instead of “happy” South Africa. I should mention that the chief happy-wisher never moved without a few grams of Mary J at hand. Suspicious of his ‘happiness’, I was not enticed to chase “happy” in South Africa. Hapi.

More so, because I already live in a hell pit with the spawn of the monsters that designed Apartheid for the whole of Africa. Mandela seemed to know the plight of his children in Hell Land. He showed as much on his last day in the chains of his fallen body and mind. He went out with a bang that most are yet to understand. That is why I paid respect to him the next day. And I stopped my futile investigation into his new world chaos activities. I will be the first to admit that I do not even understand the man. There seem to be many Mandela to reckon with. Mandela the Young, Mandela the Man, Mandela the Prisoner, Winnie the Mandela, Mandela the Politician, Mandela the Elder. There should be one more. I shall look for him.

For now, I praise the African Lion – as some call him. While his autobiography remains in my bookcase untouched. I long ago decided to read the autobiography of Stephen Bantu first. Which has been on display in my bookcase for years now. Still untouched. It is time to stop hoping the words will get downloaded into my brain by magic. I might as well go out and do something. So, I have decided to go out to support the movie of this fine specimen of a man called Idris Elba. A fine x-massacre movie to dress up for and go watch. It provided the fake princes of England with an alibi, so it must be worth the watch.

The sheer irony. Watching a movie on Apartheid in Hell Land. Watching the movie from the hell pit of its designers and those who still keep it hidden in plain sight. Exclusion and persecution of Black people is still their norm. White pete cannot be up without having Black people down. Let me see if I can still see the system of white brutality killing us off, as I watch this fine man called Idris Elba give his best impression of the man who slayed black pete. No coincidences, just one big circle meeting its tail. Heru.

Nelson Mandela. Still educating the world on Apartheid. How it was “just a children’s party” for these barbie-arians. Finally, white pete will wake up and ask some questions about his white privilege, right? And, about the concentration camps in Kenya too. For I have not forgotten about my readers in Kenya who find time amid the pyring of their bodies and minds, to read my articles. Kenyans who like to stay updated on the movement of the beast in this hell pit.

It sure is one busy beast. The list of atrocities of the hell beasts is long, and getting longer by the minute. We complain about crumbs, while they steal our fake money and leave us with real debt. We get so busy with getting our hands on more paper with colored ink, that the PTB mafia has nothing to fear from us while they busy themselves with designing better lethal weapons. Silent drones. Syrians warned this weapons mafia cartel that they could hear the drones shortly before impact. The cartel was not amused. Instead of compensating the victims with at least artificial limbs to replace the ones they lost, they called meetings to solve the problem of sound. Nut.

What would happen if the arabs would stop doing the dirty work of the beast? I better not wait for them to start wondering too. Look at how long it took the arab-focused Anti Discrimination Bureau to utter a weak protest against black pete. As they could no longer claim there were no protests, they have been given the “all clear” by the Dutch government. How regressive of them. No, arabs like to think that they are smarter than the beast that remade them. The beast allows for it. Any arab sticking to the qur-an instead of mysticism, has lost his mind to the beast. Nothing left to do but to whiten yourself to fit in the hell pit better. And fly in initiated imams to do some mystic ‘cleansing’.

From Mandela to arabs. Why the surprise? Is it still a secret that the brown layer of South Africa is of a similar mixture? Sud-an Black, Asian Black and albino. If you did not know then you must not know about the Roma either. Sigh.Always more work. I might as well quit while I am still ahead of the x-massacre depression that starts even before Winter Solstice. The helliday season continues. No, wait a minute right there, bubble buster. I have a date with this fine man called… Big Driis for some reason. Let me find and borrow a clip from a ‘fellow’ writer, and get in a much better mood already. JaSon.

(This article has been edited. In the time it took you to judge this article, countless of Africans and arabs have been killed by not-silent-yet drones. Think about it, while I go look for my outfit and war paint.)